I wish I had a great big greenhouse where I could have my garden even in winter.
I dream of lazy Summer days, And fields of wild flowers, And babbling brooks and hidden nooks, Taking shelter from the showers. I dream of cool yet balmy nights, Spent in the garden swing, Listening to the night sounds, And loving everything. The fireflies that flit about, In and out of foliage, Moistened by the evening dew, As they make their evening voyage. I long for Summer evenings, But for now I'm satisfied, To look out on snowy meadows, And the pristine countryside.
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